Turns Out I Am a Collector, as of 10-11-10 (edit:10-19-10):

I've been incredibly bored recently and to combat this I got the idea to write a collection of my memories as best as I can.  But then I realized that I'm a pretty boring person and even worse at recalling most of my memories.  Here is what I got:

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(Starting off with a history)

I was born on August 20, 1991 at Queen of the Valley hospital in Pomona, I was an evening child.  I lived at a nice large-plotted house in Pomona before I moved to Glendora and start school.  I have faint memories of pre-school, just a large blanket, running under it, and a faint recollection of the classroom.

I start elementary and remember some Asian kid wearing a heavy, black, polyester (I think) sweater, I also remember vaguely some friends that I know now.  My memories of 1st grade are fuzzy, but I know my teacher was relatively nuts and most of what she told me was wrong. 

Second grade, I went to speech impediment classes during regular class time, until lunch or recess, I can't remember.  At this time my first crush, Sandra, was held back -- I went to the 3rd grade.  I don't remember much anything up until the 4th grade, when my 5th grade teacher told us that procrastinating wouldn't happen in the 5th grade (although it did).  I also remember liking Brittany Scoglio (I believe that's her name) I don't know if she ever knew this, but I believe someone told her down the line.  She had discoloration around one of her eyes (I can't remember the name of it, but I've known quite a few people that have had it over the years).

In the 5^th grade, I remember sucking at math (or it could have been my teacher) this is the point that I’m sure screwed me throughout my life (thanks Dr. Davis).  I remember learning cursive and I remember sucking at it.  I also remember being relatively good at battle royale/handball.  These times were fun.  I remember my good friend of 2^nd grade, Evan Williams, went pretty much the way of the dodo after sex education, Kyle New went the same way, but he relatively recovered down the line. 

Sixth grade was most likely my most influential year of my life.  I met a lot of new people and lost a lot of my old friends.  I know that I met a kid named Adrian and Kyle.  They had known each other for awhile but their friendship was rocky.  I remember in Ms. Lovely’s class (who by the way was far from lovely) I met Adrianna Ramirez and Justine Kruise, supposed cousins.  I don’t remember exactly what they did (besides act like 12-or-11-year-old-girls) but whatever they did do, I know that it changed me into the smart-ass I am today.  I was in a class called “Exploratory” I learned to type, sew, and cook some simple things then.  I remember liking a girl named Samantha Graf, I knew her from elementary school, and she was cute to say the least.

Seventh grade was different from the others. [redacted, this was later in life].  This was also when I met my first love.  She was a tomboy, always dressed in loose clothing and had her hair relatively messy.  This is when my memories started getting sharper.  I know that she stabbed me with a lead pencil (I told her she could, but nonetheless, crazy bitch stabbed me).  This is when I also found out her secret (which wasn’t really a secret if you shook her hand.  Most of her scars come from this time (in every meaning).  I remember my English teacher, Mrs. Shamuradova (or something to that effect, she was Russian).  She was a great teacher; I also remember hanging out with Walter Cadena and a kid named Alex.  Alex was a small, dark haired, dark skinned kid – but with a big heart (in the sense that he thought he was a big dog, think Chihuahua).  Walter was quite the opposite; extremely tall (considering we were in the 8^th grade) light-skinned and light brown hair.  Walter was a funny kid (although later in life he did more stupid for-the-lulz shit than anything else).

I remember there was a girl in my Home Economics class, her name was Jessica Calderon (spelling isn’t too vital here).  She was pretty, wore a good amount of make-up and laughed a very cute laugh.  She wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed (I believe she has a baby now, not referencing my last comment of course).  I remember Ryan Wahrman, he and I were the only 7^th grade boys in that class.  I remember him blaming me because he put his finger on the wrong side of the knife and he cut himself (seriously dude, it’s serrated, why you would press down there?).  I also remember this girl (whose name I can’t remember, she was related to Sahil Sheth though) asking Ryan how big his dick was and him telling Mrs. Stark.  I also remember Tania Cisneros (I think that’s how you spell her name).  She was very ‘rebellious’ in this stage of her life, I believe I saw her again in high school.

Mr. Donelly’s class was a joke, I remember my first love and I would constantly mess around and ignore the teacher (I don’t know how I got anything above a B in that class).  At one point she was throwing quarters at him and he didn’t really notice.  There was also Xavier, I don’t know where he sat, but I do know that he was a good friend to her and she valued his opinion.  Bailey Westerhoff had the hots for him, Ryan Van Vleet was the designated ‘funny man’ and anyone else in that class I’m sure was irrelevant (especially the joke, Lauren) at the time. 

There was also a kid named Adrian, I couldn’t tell you his last name but I know he had a friend named Alan.  They were long time friends (although you wouldn’t guess it the way they treated each other.)  Adrian was a straight up perv, he would always try to impress the girls and always say something extremely inappropriate (as a matter of fact I do remember him asking someone about doing something dirty with a water bottle [if that give you any type of idea what type of guy he was]).  This was worse during 8^th grade.  Alan on the other hand was quite the opposite, relatively respectful and honest.  Did most, if not all of his school work; I can’t remember why but I know we fought about something in the 8^th grade and I stopped talking to him, my lover at the time tried to get us back together later in life, but to no avail. 

I remember the last day of school, I was going to give my love my email address so we could talk over the summer, I wussed out (I’m a man of chance, not risk).  We said our goodbyes and we hugged it out.  I couldn’t tell you any specifics from that summer

(This will be my first edit/publish point)